One of the only diaries since my Hallmark days where I had to go to a book store and buy something. For years they had all come to me by someone, or were purchased in advance and looked forward to. Luckily, I found this just in time to start it.
Diary 18 / 29-years-old / NYC
Because my visits to see Giovanni have been so disastrous, I decide I won’t visit him as he works in Budapest. Which means a five-month separation. We’re not good together, we’re not good apart. So he takes a chance.
Diary 18/ 29-years-old / NYC
When I was a kid, my mom taught me how to extract the sweet bit from a honeysuckle flower. I thought she was crazy, but I’ve spent the rest of my life in pursuit of these blooms. This is an entry from a time in my life when I was trying to write memoir (and it shows.) Also, I manage to say “flower guts” and “Hanky Panky” in one entry. Score.
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Diary 18 / 29-years-old / New York City
I’m in a long-distance relationship with an Italian man I met while making a movie. Giovanni and I have spent the past five years going between Rome and NYC to visit one another. The visits are usually several months apart, and this is a particularly rough time. I reference Joyce, my therapist (who I more fondly referred to as my “theralady”), a really phenomenal documentary called “The Protagonist,” and an email I sent to Giovanni (below.) This is a good time to say, yes: he knows about this project and fully supports it.